I actually have another HTTYD one shot in the works, but I was on an AstridxHiccup high yesterday, and this just sort of... came out. *shrugs* It's not much, but I've decided to post it anyway. (: Also, I didn't really take my time to study much on either Astrid or Hiccup for this one, so it's assuming that they were both 15 during the movie. So don't flame me for not knowing, and enjoy!

Astrid Hofferson stared up at the clouds thoughtfully. As much as she loved flying through them on her Nadder, she always took some time to appreciate the sight of them from below.

It had been two years since she had first touched the clouds, yet the sensation still managed to give her the chills. She was now seventeen, and Astrid still had a hard time believing that she was living out her last year of youth. Being on the cusp of adulthood had caused her thoughts to dwell heavily on her future: She would need a job. Not just a simple chore with little satisfaction involved, a career. Two years earlier, the soldier within her would have made the choice much easier. Astrid knew she wanted to fight, but whether on foot with her axe or in the air upon a dragon was a much tougher choice. Either way, she was going to earn a living for herself- by herself. There was no way she would give up her independence and rely on a husband for income.

And that was another aspect of the future that loomed ahead: Marriage. She already knew full-well who she wanted to marry, and knew that he felt the same. They'd had their rough patches over the past two years, but when worst came to worst, they would always be together. As much as she hated to admit in public, she was in love. Deeply. And she couldn't deny that the name "Astrid Haddock" had a nice ring to it.

The only problem was that she wasn't sure if Hiccup would work up the nerve to ask. She sighed, rolling over onto her side to look at the young man lying next to her in the grass. He was no longer the scrawny boy who had disappointed his father countless times. Hiccup had put on quite a bit of muscle, though the extent of his body's toning had been seen by few others aside from Astrid. He'd matured as a viking. Although he was still useless with a sword in his hands, when he was on the back of a certain Night Fury he was one of the most feared warriors in the region. Aside from Astrid, of course, whose skill both on foot and on dragonback put head and shoulders above all others. He commanded most of Berk's Dragon Riders, and was already proving that he could take Stoick's place as leader if necessary. However, one look into his sensitive green eyes showed that in the midst of all the change he still retained the spirit and personality that Astrid had fallen for that night two years prior.

He must have noticed her staring, because her rolled into a hovering position over her. His prosthetic leg stuck out awkwardly to one side, and he gingerly moved it over before brushing blonde bangs aside and planting a gentle kiss on her forehead. "What're you thinking about?" he asked with a smile. "And don't say 'nothing,' because I know that look.

"Future," she said simply, shrugging as best she could while pinned to the ground.

She felt a shudder course through Hiccup's body. "Don't remind me," he said glumly. "I'v egot a little less than a year before I have to grow up, find a wife, and take over a tribe."

Astrid sat up a little to press her lips to his firmly. "You've dealt with worse," she said, smiling against his lips. "Your dad, a giant dragon..."

"You," he added. She punched him hard in the ribs to reciprocate, and he winced. "Yeah, I deserved that."

"That's for-" she stopped mid-sentence. "Actually, I shouldn't even have to tell you what that was for."

"Then shall we proceed to a little something for everything else?" he rose his eyebrows suggestively. He received another thump to the chest along with an exaggerated eye-roll, and his face contorted in pain and confusion. "Okay," he wheezed. "What was that for?"

"For getting cocky," she replied, smirking. She promptly rolled them both over so that she was laying on top of him. "And this is for making cocky look cute." She kissed him hard on the lips, just long enough to make him breathless, and short enough to leave him feeling deprived. Hiccup, used to her teasing, just kissed harder. His lips strayed from hers, exploring her jaw, the nape and hollow of her neck, her collarbone. He let himself go far enough as to nibble at her earlobe, and a muffled moan escaped her lips. Astrid, too, had changed over the years from a stiff-as-a-board physique to a toned, curvaceous figure that caught the attention and desires of more than just Snotlout. Having that body pressed against him now, coupled with the sounds escaping her mouth, caused Hiccup to use every ounce of self-control to keep his hands from roaming away from their place tangled in her blonde hair. Astrid sensed his struggle, and lowered the intensity of the moment, tenderly pressing her lips along his jawline in several short, breathless kisses.

"Thor almighty, I love you," he whispered, wrapping his arms around her as she laid her head on his chest.

She smiled at the three simple words. The words he tended to overuse when speaking to her, and the words she didn't say to him often enough. "I love you, too," Astrid said confidently. There really was no need to worry about the future, she realized. It was moments like these that assured her that no matter what the rest of her life held, she was going to spend it with him at her side.

Astrid Haddock.

She really liked the sound of that.

FIN.